Inkling 2022 - Flipbook - Page 19
Hoarflowers
by Aaron Ye
White and pure, on wind they fly
Thousands and thousands, filling the sky
Floating about with no reason or rhyme
The spring’s snow, a floral rime
Here to gift a miracle of new life
In the fields their ancestors are rife
From their homes, one by one they’re torn
So in another land they may be again born
Like a melody floating on a breeze
They surround, making time freeze
With all of the marvel of a winter storm
As though from the frost it were born
The sea of white parts
Like a white mirage, a work of art
All but ghosts in the grass
A blizzard of life come to pass
In the earth they are loosely sown
Passing days until they are grown
Thus the warmth caresses without a doubt
And from the ground new life sprouts
Aaron is a runner
up in the Poetry
category for this
year's Teen
Writing Contest.
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